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Death and Addiction (Chapter 1)
Jon woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. It was already light out and the thin curtains of his office did little to shield him from the uncomfortably bright morning glare. He groaned painfully. His throbbing head and scratchy parched throat were nothing compared to the self-loathing washing over him. He sat up in his office chair, his neck aching from the awkward angle he’d fallen asleep at. His hand was curled in a fist around the neck of an empty bottle of Jack.
By Cameron Smith7 years ago in Criminal
Vicious
Raindrops tap and peck at window panes and rooftops. Puddles of water overflow from filthy unsanitary gutters. Motors hesitate and stutter before they turn over. The temperature has dropped reaching a record-breaking low. The earth's tectonic plates are slowly shifting. Look at all the extreme weather conditions.
By Faheem The Writer7 years ago in Criminal
Vicious
“Knuckle Up guard your grill this is real if you ain't-a Gunner than you're a goner. Violate we going to do you.” “Shoot them up, bang bang doing what we have to do is our thing. If you ain't-a Banger, then you’re a stranger. Cross our paths and we got to have you.”
By Faheem The Writer7 years ago in Criminal
The Lived and the Living
Once upon a time there was a family of seven. A mother, a father and five children. There were three boys and two girls. The mother was very beautiful, she had long wavy black hair almost touching her feet, a wide white smile that could light up a room. The father was tall like a buliding, and had rich brown skin almost glowing. This family lived in a small village called cherrywood village. Now since there were five children, a lot of things were always going on. The mother and father were always fighting, could never be on the same page. The father soon became very abusive toward the mother. She felt trapped in her own home.
By Andrea 👑7 years ago in Criminal
The Devil in Polo
Maybe I got addicted to the rush of the fast life. The adrenaline flowing through my body was something a girl from a prestigious upbringing couldn't get enough of. Some might suggest I walked a tight rope my whole life. Never living on the edge...and how could I? With the family I was born into there was no concept of fun or adventure. My amusement was the hour I was allotted once a week to go on trainer free rides with my horse. The rest of my days were compiled with scheduling by my debutante mother. School from this hour to that, Violin till sometime to another, studying, reading, yoga, etiquette classes, pageants, riding lessons and fencing. I was only aloud enough time to be the perfect daughter my parents dreamed about.
By Arielle Marie7 years ago in Criminal
Family Ties
Chapter 1 “Nancy come back to bed.” I turned around to see Brian standing behind me in his pajamas. He was about 6’1” and built like a football player but had the brains of a nerd. I think that’s why I have been playing this on again, off again affair with him. The first time we met was when I was married to my first husband Vince Right. I was miserable in my marriage and was really only in it for the money so when Brian came along I couldn’t help but be tempted. We would fool around every once in a while but I wanted a way out of my senseless marriage so Brian and I came up with the perfect plan—fake my murder. By faking my murder, I would be out of the marriage and be rid of my stupid husband since the blame would go all on him. All I had to do was find a way for the police to convict him without needing my body as proof. Vince's brother David solved that problem for me though and after wrapping him around my little finger, the plan came together perfectly.
By Saintta Modurat7 years ago in Criminal
Dr. Snuff
Shannon was casually surfing the internet concealed by the darkness of night merged with the blackness of the small study in her apartment, with her laptop providing her only but sufficient light source, giving a bluish hew. While others slept soundly for another day at the office, she was intently on the prowl in the cyber world. While this is seen as a normal occurrence not just in the United States but worldwide, Shannon was shopping, but not for a pair of high heeled cork wedges or the latest Eat This Not That dietary guide, but something so illegal, that even surfing this obscure explorer in of itself was potentially felonious...she was browsing a list of assassins for hire on the devil’s internet: the dark web.
By Andrew Guerra7 years ago in Criminal
Charles' Fatality
Charles was wandering about the lonely stretch of highway where only a passerby, big rig, or the occasional Greyhound showed up once every few hours. The entire surrounding was quite off-putting, as there wasn't a single highway patrolman in the vicinity, nor was there a nearby truck stop, gas station, or diner as well as the nearest town was over eighty miles away, and it was so sleepy and quaint that the Amish would call it home. Therefore, if the shit were to hit the fan-whether it be a crash, a medical emergency, car trouble, or any number of possible fates, you were far passed screwed.
By Andrew Guerra7 years ago in Criminal
Generational Curse
Clickety clack, heavy rain drops tap and splat against window panes, trash cans, and wherever else they designate to land. In apartment 862 the smell of fried Tilapia lingers. The freshly squeezed lemons do little to extinguish the strong scent. MOTHER SHADIYA is old fashioned, especially when it comes to cleaning and family gatherings. This afternoon, the Davis Family members are really in good spirits.
By Faheem The Writer7 years ago in Criminal
I Will Never Be Loved Again
If you were to tell me that one day I would be living in the woods, I would have laughed in your face and told you to piss off. I'm a city girl, who is more accustomed to spending long weekends at the mall or the movies with my friends, listening to My Chemical Romance and Green Day on end, and occasionally, helping myself to my parent's liquor cabinet while they were out of town visiting my grandma. Of course, when they came home to find me hurling over the commode and found out that it wasn't mere tummy troubles, I caught some serious hell. As a result, I was averted from ever laying hands on the Jack Daniels or Bacardi ever again. Well, that's neither here nor there, the point is that I was a typical suburban teenager seeking anything to offset the boring, vanilla redundancy which seems to infect mostly white dominant neighborhoods.
By Andrew Guerra7 years ago in Criminal
He Killed Her
I guess he didn’t realize that I’d heard him when he said it, so he just kept rambling on, but I heard him. He’d just confessed to the crime and didn’t even know it. I shifted my stance as I glanced away looking at the man in the window at the nearby McDonald’s. He nodded. He heard him too. Good, we had everything we needed then.
By shaneikiyaz7 years ago in Criminal
Cold Coffee
FIVE YEARS PAST “Hey Trudy, come on down and guard the shower for me ok?” Dana asked her roommate. “Girl, I’m watching tv! Can’t you go on your own just once?” Trudy had grown impatient with these requests, she had to stay and make sure no one went into the shower area when Dana was in there. Dana’s Iowa farm upbringing didn’t prepare her for life in a large dorm with an open shower and bath area. Dana was uncomfortable about being nude in front of others so she showered late at night.
By Hilary Miminguaquay7 years ago in Criminal